by Freida Marie Crump
Greetings from the Ridge.
I’ve come to the conclusion about year-end “The Best of…” lists.
They’re no fun. I seldom agree with them but that’s inevitable. It’s their sheer boredom that makes them – well, so boring. The best movies, the best books, the best television shows and fashion trends. I usually find myself sitting there not having read the best books, not seen the best